Tesseract,

I assure you, even if I am not the wolf my father was, I can at least make it back to you the mainland by spring.

I am so glad that you came again as you said, and you are right-- once seems hardly enough now that I have waited all day to call to you. I only wonder if I can ask more time of my Potentate when there are others who need him. What do I do? It seems unfair that a Velite as myself should take so much time up of her leader.

I will like to see the flats again, yes. The spring flowers, the fawns of the field. It is beautiful, though it is not my island, and I think some fresh saltless pine air would be good too… I wait with baited breath for this adventure!

Oh, the poor Riopat. I cannot imagine what it must be like, save for some nights I wake, too, thinking my Ravan was still at my side. He is lost to me forever, though, so the spell breaks far easier. I cannot imagine what it is to not know what happened, or if they shall not return, or where they have gone to. I ache for you both. I would wish that feeling on no one.

I have built up my den here and it is comfortable, albeit lonely. I have brought down a pheasant and I have sighted three doe and a buck that must have swam here before the cold snap. I hunt herbs in earnest, hoping that I might hide them from those creatures. I have seen them stripping good bark already and I worry for the roots, too. I do not know if I am large enough to best the buck, but I have set my hopes on the littlest doe.

Eager to see you again,,